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[mingi] summer mess

no particular song, cause i can't really think of any. plus, i don't think i was listening to any songs in particular

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summer was the only season that would fuck me up.

summer was the only season when i would see myself dancing without a care in the world in a nightclub.

it was the only season where i would wake up in my bed, face still full of makeup, and the previous night's outfit still on me. beer cans lying on the floor, and clothes all strewn around.

it's the beauty of summer, isn't it?

once again, i was in a nightclub with my best friend seoyun. she was already on the dance floor, crazily dancing as if the whole world was not watching her. i chuckle to myself, before taking a sip of my cup of irish cream. i watched my best friend of seven years stumble back to her seat, sympathy filling my heart. that breakup really affected her.

"seoyun, i'll get some water for you. stay here," i instructed her before standing up to return the empty glass that was once filled with the beverage. i placed the cup down on the bar counter and asked the bartender for two glasses of water. i took them and returned to my seat.

i restrained seoyun from getting up as she whined. gingerly, i placed the cup of water to her lips and made her drink to sober up. i took my phone out to check if i could book any taxis nearby, and quickly booked one.

i took all of our valuables and heaved seoyun up, supporting her with my arms.

"that jerk is such a bad...ass," seoyun mutters, eyes fluttering closed.

"you mean 'asshole'," i corrected her.

"whatever, it's the same."

i was too busy supporting the girl to realise i was going to bump into someone. i crashed into someone and yelped loudly.

"oh my goodness, i'm so sorry- oh," we both say at the same time. i looked at him, and he looked back at me. he had ash purple hair and was wearing a leather ensemble. his facial features were so beautiful, that i could only look at him with my mouth wide open. we maintained eye contact, his dark eyes staring into mine, and i felt something stir inside of me. i snapped out of my reverie and realised i was still holding onto my best friend.

"i'm sorry," was all i could say, before i walked out of the nightclub, and into hongdae, downtown seoul. i saw the taxi waiting outside the nightclub, and quickly shoved seoyun in, along with myself.

i hope i meet that guy sometime soon again.

- ☀️-

i stroll down the steps in the lecture theatre. the air conditioner wind blasted at full power, but thank goodness i had my hoodie. i took at seat at the centre of the lecture theatre and started setting up for class. soon, the chatter of students grew louder as more file into the lecture theatre. i mind my business, as i did not have any friends in this course.

in my peripheral vision, a flash of ash purple appeared on my right. startled by the bright colour that stood out from the monotonous colour scheme of the space, i turn around, to see the same guy i saw a month ago.

"do you mind if i take a seat here...?" the end of the sentence trailing off. i shook my head, slightly speechless and bewildered.

it would be an understatement if i said that his face never left my mind ever since that incident.

"what's your name?" he asks.

"yoon rae-mi. what about you?"

"song mingi."

he takes a seat, the smell of the cologne filling up my nose. it was not overpowering, though. this time, he sported square metal rimmed glasses. i opened my mouth to say something, but the speakers in the lecture theatre produced a long, shrill, and ear-piercing sound. the kind that happens when you put a microphone too close to a speaker. it was a sign that the lecture was starting. i flinched, but started taking notes nevertheless.

he did not attempt to strike a conversation with me, and was paying attention to the lecture. but there were times when i notice that his body was slightly leaning towards me, his head tilting to the left at times.

...and my habit was to tilt my head to the right. damnit.

half through the lecture, his fingers brushed against mine, while he retrieved a pen from his pencil case. it's been nearly an hour since that happened, but his touch still lingered.

he also occasionally would flicker his eyes to me as well. the fact that he was extremely handsome did not help. my heart was beating irregularly, to the extent that i momentarily thought of paying a visit to the doctor after this lecture.

the lecture ends after two long hours. i get up and stretched, my joints cracking as i do so. i lumber on, taking my time to pack my belongings up, as i did not have any lectures after this. it felt sad that i might not be able to sit with him anymore.

"hey," i heard a voice say. it sounded deep. hella sexy as well. i turn to face mingi. "hm?"

"this isn't the first time we meet, right?" he asks, zipping his bag.

"yeah. the first was at hongdae." i coughed, recalling the memories, which were pouring back into my mind like a waterfall.

"you're very pretty."

i jerk up at the sudden compliment.

"not in a creepy way, i promise!" he panics, waving away the bubble of inference. i could only laugh at him.

"so i was wondering, if i could have a chance? with you?" he faces me, looking into my slightly quivering eyes. and as always, his gaze was hypnotic.

my heart skips a beat. i felt my cheeks flush red. yoon raemi, what the fuck?!

"sure!"

"great! see you tomorrow at the foyer for our date!" he ruffles my hair, and heads out.

damn that was fast.